A Hymn To Him

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[Verse 1]
What [G]in all in heaven
can have [C]prompted her to [G]go,
after such [C]a triumph
at the ball?
What could have de
[Dm]pressed her?
What could have possessed her?
[G]I cannot understand the wretch
[C]at all.[D][C][A][D][A]
[D]
Wo[A]men are irrational,
that's all there is to that.
Their heads are full
of cotton, hay and rag.
They're nothing but exasperating, [D]irritating,
vacillating, [G]calculating, agitating,
[D]maddening and infuriating hares.
[Bb][A][Dm][Bb][G][A]
Pickering,
[D]why can't a woman
be more like a man?
Hmm? Yes.
Why can't a wo[A]man be
[C]more like a man[D]?
Men are so [F#]honest,
[A]so [F#]thoroughly [Bm]square,
Etern[D]ally [G]noble, historically [Em]fair,
who, [G]when you [C]win,
will [G]always [D]give your back a [A]pat.
[D]Why can[A]'t a woman be like tha[D]t?
Why [G]does everyone do
what the others do?
Can't a woman learn to
[D]use her [Eb]head?
[C]Why do they do everything
their mothers do?
Why don't they grow up
[E]like [A]their father instead?
I why can't a woman take after [D]a man?
Men are so pleasant,
so [Bm]easy to please.
Whenever you're [G]with them,
you're always [Em]at ease.
Would you be [C]slighted
if I [A]didn't speak for [D]hours?
Of course not.
Would you be [C]livid if I [A]had a
drink or [D]two?
Nonsense.
Would you [Bm]be wounded
[E]if I never [Em]sent you[E] flo[B]wers?
Never.
[Bm]Why can't [D]a woman [A]be like [D]you?
One [G]man in a million may shout a bit.
Now and then
there's one with slight de[A]fects,[Eb]
[C]One, perhaps, whose truthfulness
you doubt a bit,
But by and large [E]we are a
[A]marvellous sex.
Why can't a woman be
[C]have like [D]a man?
Men are so [F#]friendly,
good -natured and [Bm]kind,
A [D]better com[G]panion you never will [Em]find.
If I were [C]hours late for dinner,
[A]would you [D]burrow?
Of course not.
If I forgot [C]your silly birth[A]day,
would you [D]fuss?
Nonsense.
Would you com[E]plain
if I took out another [D]fellow?
[B]Never!
[D]Why can't a woman [A]be like [D]us?
Mrs. Pierce, you're a woman.
[D]Why can't a woman[A] be
[C]more like a man[D]?
Men are so decent,
[E]suc[A]h reg[F#] ular chap[Bm]s.
[D]Ready to [G]help you through
any [Em]mis haps.
Ready to [G]buck [G#dim]you up
[D]whenever you are glum.
Why can't a woman [A]be a [D]chum?
Why [G]is thinking something
women never do?
Why is logic never [D]even tried?[Eb]
[C]Straightening up their hair
is all they ever do.
Why don't they straighten
[A]up
the mess that's inside?
[C]Why can't [A]a woman [C]be more like a [D]man?
If I was a woman [A]who'd been [F#]to a [Bm]ball,
been [D]hailed as [G]a princess
by one and by [Em]all,
Would [E]I start [C]weeping
like a [A]bathtub overflow[D]ing?
Carry on as if [C]my home
were [Bbdim]in a tree[D]?
Would I run off
[E]and never tell me [A]where I'm [B]going?
Why can't a woman [A]be like [A]me?[D]